A Millionaire, His Suit And Poor Me – Part 6

She was incredibly charming. Her dark jeans were tight on her legs, those long legs that would make models jealous. The sleek black jacket complemented his shoulders, making him look more authoritative than he already was. A white shirt and black tie completed the ensemble.

Henry Steve’s hair was styled to the side, not up like the two times I met him. They made him look younger. His face wore the same cold expression until he started chatting with a few people. Then he laughed and I noticed a dimple in his cheek that I’d never seen before. Because I realized I had never seen him laugh.

He laughed, smiled and spoke animatedly with his huge hands, pulling Cara close to him and smiling at her, then as soon as he turned away from the people, the same cold expression returned to his face. But the strange thing was that he seemed to be in control of every situation.

ence was overwhelming.

ttention back. Reluctantly, I looked away from Henris.

. I’m going backstage to help.”

e drooling thinking about hi

me. Or I might jump on him. I still don’t know whether to kiss or kill this man.” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. “Now I’m going to go hide backstage until the parade starts.”

alked towards me.

the only pla

e. He looks up, surprised, from his knees in front of a mannequin, straightening the hem of her dress. “I can do something ?”

I think th

me something to do, please Aaron.”

n you before

y God, Henris Steve is directly in my line of sight. Jace, I can’t do this. I’ll end up crying because of his beauty or his cruelty, I’m not y

He tried to suppress his smile, without success. I pinched his earlobe and he glanced at me with a hand on my e

it,

He’s with Cara anyway, he should be more

u’re right.” I

and, squeezing it excitedly, and I squeezed his. But all of a sudden, I looked up, trying to see

I shivered under his gaze, but I managed to maintain contact with his eyes. It seemed to last forever. He tilted his head to the sid

my attention away from Henris Steve. I admired them as they walked,

thing. Course.

I said breathlessly, diving backst

xceeding our expectation

s.” Jace suddenly whisper

e bridge.

ad to see. “No!” he whispered. “Don’t look yet, he’ll know we’re talking from him. Wait, like, 30 seconds after I got my

ss the model was wearing. I counted slowly to thirty, then I saw

cus;

room. There would be more drinking, eating and talking. I walked next to Jace, following him an

with an equally familiar smell of shampoo to

formality of the name. Or maybe the use of alcohol

I’ll continue with Mr. Steve.” I responded softly, not

ou looked like

kept l

ath as his hand grabbed my wrist. “I was looking at you because